27.1 Keep some concern with me, don't just go away
Be my rival, if you can't be a chum to me
27.2 Unlike the yester-seasons, Janam[1], this Spring
May it so happen that you come to me
[1] Mitwa addresses his beloved so
27.3 My melancholy even the Nature can not endure
Not without reason, sweet butterflies hum to me
27.4 Those were the days, you were by my side, but now
What happened, why your emotions are numb to me
27.5 Not all are treated equally, even Fate discriminates
Happy times flirt with the world, but are rum[2] to me
[2] strange, peculiar, unusual
27.6 If you are my friend, be vibrant, be passionate
Fondle me joyfully, don't just succumb to me
27.7 In all seasons, my friend, you can count on Mitwa
When none else is around, you can thumb to me
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